Upside Down Mirror (Harry Potter Fanfic)

Upside Down Mirror

Everything felt like a breath of fresh air.

That was, until one quick look around told Neville everything yet nothing at all regarding his current predicament. His hazel colored eyes glanced around the room, his mouth opening slightly. Mentally, the sensation he felt was like Apparating, yet that minty breath of fresh air feeling made the sensation different. Which, in truth, said situation was definitely different than Apparating, yet also time travel. Neville of course couldn't place a finger on what bothered him.

No, he could.

He shouldn't have a scar on his forehead, yet beyond this he knew not why he got this sickening feeling like he always did when something didn't go right.

"Neville!"

"Coming!" Taking a deep breath, Neville hurried down the stairs, wincing upon feeling a pinching feeling in his skull. Why the sensation existed, he didn't know, but he did know he didn't want to get on the bad side of his gran. He paused at the stairs, still trying to figure out what seemed wrong about the picture, his mouth pushing together in frustration. Every single cup was in place, meaning he'd not misplaced any of his grans things.

"There you are. We need to be getting to school."

Neville's lips pushed together. "Say, Gran. About my scar."

"Yes Neville dear."

"Remind me how I got it?"

A look of horror appeared momentarily on her face, only for an eventual sigh to escape her lips. Turning her head slightly. "Remember. When your parents died."

"I..." Neville's mouth pushed together, thinking carefully. "They died."

"Oh, sweet boy. I know you can be a bit... well, you, but yes. They're gone. Voldemort killed them."

"Uh-huh." His hazel eyes looked away, his mouth twisting into a deep frown. "Sorry for upsetting you Gran."

"Oh, Nevie, you can never upset me."

Yet, Neville knew there was upset, never being able to forgive someone, and upset, a fluctuation of feelings created from disappointment outside of someone's control. She always got that look on her face when she happened to – or more of, he happened to do something wrong. Yet, despite all his faults, her "Nevie" could do no wrong.

She once said, "you have a warm heart, and it is always in the right place." Another memory came in though, in this strange world, an additional sentence. "You are the boy who lived Nevie, but the hope of the Wizarding World. I believe in you, and sometimes belief is the only thing it takes to change the world."

The last part, about someone believing in a person to get them on the right track, that was something she said before. "If Harry never believed in me..."

Taking a deep breath, Neville grabbed the handle of his trunk, noting the year, another discrepancy, before standing by his grandmother so she could Apparate both of them to the train station. He felt scared, knowing in this world he was the Boy Who Lived rather than Harry, though he did not know why. He pulled his trunk onto the train, letting in clunk heavily along. Realization hit there was no Trevor, and instead his creature of choice was a black cat. Named Trevor, so not very original.

He arrived at the compartment he felt he normally went, letting the door slide open. He nearly choked, looking away. "Bloody hell!"

"Sorry Neville." Hermione Granger took a deep breath, straightening out her clothing from her snogging session. Neville peeked between his eyes, a blush spreading across his cheeks. Her snogging partner wasn't Ron Weasley. It wasn't in fact Harry Potter either. One eyebrow shot up thinking it wasn't Percy Weasley either. It was Draco Malfoy.